Xu Zezhan dared not delay and immediately called Yun Nian upstairs. When they arrived, they were startled by the two people embracing on the ground.
Seeing that Song Qingyou's condition was not right, Yun Nian hurriedly poured out a pill from the medicine bottle and fed it to Song Qingyou.
Yun Nian's medicine was very effective, and Song Qingyou's breathing gradually calmed down.
Fu Wenzhou soothed softly, "It's okay, Youyou, it's okay..."
Song Qingyou had cried all her tears and said in a hoarse voice, "Help him finish applying the medicine."
Yun Nian paused for a moment, then immediately said, "Okay."
Xu Zezhan separated the two, and Fu Wenzhou's eyes kept following Song Qingyou, his gaze filled with undisguised turmoil.
Song Qingyou couldn't stay there any longer. She said in a hoarse voice, "I...I need to go to the restroom first."
She turned around as soon as she finished speaking, not daring to linger for even a second longer.
Song Qingyou hid in the bathroom, washed her tear-stained face, forced a smile at herself in the mirror, and tried to make herself look happier.
She couldn't let Fu Wenzhou worry anymore.
Song Qingyou didn't stay in the bathroom for long. After she had completely composed herself, she opened the door and came out.
"Youyou!" Fu Wenzhou straightened his back and fixed his gaze on Song Qingyou when he saw her.
Song Qingyou smiled at him, "I'm here."
Yun Nian was treating Fu Wenzhou's leg injury, while Song Qingyou's fingertips trembled slightly behind her back. "When will his injuries heal?"
Yun Nian said, "Except for my right leg, the injuries in other places should heal in about a month."
"What about the leg?" Song Qingyou asked slowly, suppressing the bitterness in her heart.
While bandaging him, Yun Nian said, "It will take about three months for him to fully recover, but you don't need to worry too much. The medicine I used on him will not leave scars or affect his mobility later on."
Song Qingyou breathed a sigh of relief.
Xu Zezhan said, "I'll go call Gu Bai, he'll be here in a bit."
"Mm," Fu Wenzhou replied.
After Xu Zezhan left, Fu Wenzhou asked Song Qingyou, "Youyou, when are we going back to China?"
"No rush." Song Qingyou raised her hand and brushed away the stray hairs on his forehead. In just over a month, they had grown a lot and were almost covering his eyes.
She said there was no rush, so Fu Wenzhou was not in a rush either.
After Yun Nian finished bandaging, he said urgently, "Yun Nian, please hurry up and see how to treat Youyou."
Yun Nian nodded and looked at Song Qingyou: "Sister, I..."
He was interrupted by an angry voice before he could finish speaking.
"Who the hell are you calling 'sister'?!" Fu Wenzhou glared at Yun Nian like a wolf cub guarding its food: "Stop yelling like that here!"
Yun Nian: "..."
Song Qingyou: "..."
Yun Nian was speechless and said angrily, "I'm fifteen and she's twenty-four. What am I supposed to call her if I don't call her 'sister'? Am I supposed to call her 'auntie'?"
Fu Wenzhou got even angrier: "Auntie? If you're blind, go get your eyes fixed. Is your auntie really that young and pretty?"
Yun Nian put her hands on her hips, her round cheeks puffed out: "Fu Wenzhou, let me tell you, this is your way of being a master of manipulation. I can't call you 'sister,' and I can't call you 'auntie.' So what do you want me to call you?"
Fu Wenzhou's lips were pressed tightly together, his face cold: "Call me by my name!"
Finally, add: "Full name!"
Yun Nian: "Do you think you're some kind of domineering CEO? So what if I call you 'sister'?"
Fu Wenzhou scoffed, "I wonder who saved your life at the mouth of the snake, who protected you all the way, who led you out of the misty forest, who..."
"Song Qingyou, let me take your pulse," Yun Nian said expressionlessly.
Song Qingyou: "...Fu Wenzhou, you're 22. Can you please stop arguing with minors about such trivial matters?"
Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids: "How can this be something out of the blue? 'Sister' is a title that only I can use, no one else can call me that!"
Song Qingyou fell silent.
After this commotion, the desolate and desperate sorrow I felt earlier dissipated somewhat.
A smile curved her lips, and she suddenly realized that Fu Wenzhou was quite cute when he was being childish.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and in Yun Nian's eyes, Fu Wenzhou was a capitalist who was exploiting her.
Yun Nian secretly glared at Fu Wenzhou, then smiled at Song Qingyou: "Stretch out your hand."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyou slowly extended her arm.
Just as Yun Nian was about to place her hand on his, Fu Wenzhou suddenly spoke up: "Wait."
Song Qingyou turned around and asked gently, "What's wrong?"
Fu Wenzhou said, "Where's your handkerchief? Don't let him touch you."
Song Qingyou: "...He's still a child, Fu Wenzhou, don't be so outrageous."
Fu Wenzhou's eyelids drooped. "Oh, never mind then."
Yun Nian stood quietly to the side, watching him act.
Song Qingyou smiled apologetically: "Sorry, we can begin now."
Yun Nian nodded, placing her fingertips on Song Qingyou's wrist. As time passed, Yun Nian's expression gradually became serious.
Several minutes passed before he released her hand and looked up at her: "Your illness..."
"What's wrong with her? Can it be cured?" Fu Wenzhou clenched his fists. No one knew how nervous and scared he was at that moment. He said almost obsessively, "Yun Nian, you promised me that you could cure Youyou."
Song Qingyou raised her hand and ruffled Fu Wenzhou's black hair to soothe his emotions.
Despite being seriously ill herself, she seemed much calmer than Fu Wenzhou: "Just tell me directly."
After a few seconds of silence, Yun Nian slowly spoke: "You have been ill for a long time and your body is too weak. We can only proceed with the next step of treatment after you have recovered your health."
He didn't say what the illness was or how to treat it; he only said something vague.
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